Writings in the Sand

Being a Fat Head

I remember that when I was young, one of the most derisive epithets that my older brother and his friends tossed at each other quite liberally was "fathead". This probably stems from having watched so many hours of The Three Stooges, followed every Saturday morning by the spectacle of professional wrestling (a sport in which many participants appeared to be fatheads). This might have been a good thing.

You see, I read some interesting brain facts this morning, the most surprising of which is that the brain is 60% fat.

Yowsa!

Suddenly, I felt better about the butter on my breakfast.

And about watching The Three Stooges. I remember remarking to a Stooge aficionado once that the Stooges were entertaining in their genre of comedy if one appreciated them for what they were and may have said something along the lines of "well, it's not Noel Coward" and the hurt reaction I received has prevented me from ever again entering into any deep critique of their body of work.

So, my goal for today is to be a great, big, fathead. I hope you all can be fatheads, too.